And I
Fragile bones, aching arms, broken dreams
Speaking flaws, am I to die in shame?
Will you not speak of me good deeds, nor my dry days
Stone me says thee? Hold yourself not, for as your eyes are free of sin?
A dry heat consumes your thirst, and suddenly your bloodcells burst
You speak unclear, and to make matters worse you loose judgment
Yet you rule your tounge over me as if I were not a man of free will
I too have feet that I may walk
A mouth, that I may speak
Eyes that pave the secrets of others, spies they are, I lurk high
A shattered star fell on me
It sang broken bar blues
Sober? Out of the question, who am I to interrogate such mass
Bright as the sun in flames
Life is spelled out right from the firey mass of burning gases
A pain begins to trouble my lower rib
The pain is growing, and I feel the hands of the sun caressing my flesh
Burning flesh is the scent that fills my chambers
And I slept, for I awoke a new body
All was bright-white
Not a single spot of dust, dead skin
I had wings, yet on my feet I went about
I looked down into the world, an angel
A warrior of God, with a sword sharper than the razor of a titanium blade
For my spear was next to my heart
I awoke, next to some odd man, whom claimed he was my way
And I spoke outlloud " Jesus is the way, the only way"
Amen
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